The faint morning light, slanting through the window lattice, cast long, slender shadows on the floor. I gently rose from the warm couch, carefully avoiding waking Li Ying, who was still sound asleep beside me. Last night's conversation still lingered in my mind, that complex emotion of both shame and excitement rippling through my heart like spring water. She hadn't outright rejected my cuckold fantasy; this far exceeded my expectations.
Li Ying's sleeping face was serene and beautiful, her voluptuous body beneath the sheer sleepwear gently rising and falling with her breath. My gaze involuntarily fell upon her jade feet, peeking out from under the quilt. Those fair, jade-like, beautifully contoured feet were still a sacred place in my heart. The thought of these feet being touched by Zaha's thick, dark hand tonight made my lower abdomen clench, and that pitiful three-inch male organ unexpectedly reacted uncontrollably.
"How absurd…" I self-deprecatingly whispered, yet unable to suppress the anticipation in my heart.
After a quick wash, I changed into my usual physician's attire, preparing to begin today's plan. First, I needed to inform Zaha of tonight's arrangements and give him detailed instructions for the massage steps.
I quietly left the inner chamber and instructed a maidservant to find Zaha in the backyard. Before long, Zaha's tall figure appeared in the courtyard. Under the morning light, his dark skin gleamed with a healthy luster, and his muscular contours were faintly visible beneath his coarse cloth short-sleeved shirt. His arms were thick and powerful, and his palms were broad and substantial—the thought of these hands soon touching Li Ying's jade feet made my heart involuntarily quicken.
"Master, are you looking for this humble one?" Zaha bowed his head respectfully, his voice deep and strong.
"Mm, come with me." I gestured for him to follow, leading him to an secluded corner in the backyard. There was no one around, perfect for discussing those secret plans.
"Zaha, do you remember what I spoke to you about yesterday? Regarding massaging Madam's feet." I asked directly.
Zaha was visibly startled, a trace of imperceptible surprise flickered across his dark face, but he quickly reverted to a respectful expression: "I remember, Master. This humble one is willing to serve the mistress."
"Very good. Tonight will be arranged after Madam has finished her dinner." I nodded and continued, "Now I need to tell you some key points and precautions for the massage."
I began to explain the steps of the foot massage in detail, one by one, from the pressure, direction, to the location of the acupoints. When discussing the massage techniques for the arch and toes, I deliberately slowed my speech, carefully observing Zaha's reaction. Sure enough, when I mentioned the need to gently rub these sensitive areas like the toes and sole, his breathing became slightly rapid, and his thick fingers even trembled slightly.
"When massaging, you need to use this special foot massage oil." I took a small porcelain bottle from my sleeve and handed it to Zaha. "Apply it evenly, and your movements must be gentle, especially on the top of the foot and the arch."
Zaha took the porcelain bottle, his dark fingers forming a stark contrast with my pale hand. He carefully held the bottle, as if it were some precious treasure: "This humble one understands."
"Furthermore," I lowered my voice, leaning closer, "Madam's feet are very delicate, and your hands are too rough. Before massaging, you'll need to soak your hands in hot water, then apply this ointment." I took out another small box, which contained my specially formulated hand care cream.
A complicated look flashed in Zaha's eyes, and he asked softly, "Why did Master choose this humble one to massage the mistress? Doesn't the mansion have specialized maidservants…"
"Because you learned specialized massage techniques in the Western Regions, didn't you?" I interrupted him, my tone calm. "Besides, Madam's foot discomfort requires a strong massage, and the maidservants aren't strong enough."
"Yes… yes, Master." Although Zaha appeared submissive on the surface, I could sense his internal turmoil.
I continued to explain each step in detail, particularly emphasizing the handling of certain sensitive areas. Getting carried away, I even took Zaha's hand and demonstrated the pressure and technique of the massage on his palm. His dark, thick hand was more than twice the size of mine, with thick calluses from years of labor in his palm, rough yet warm to the touch.
"Remember, during the massage, pay attention to Madam's reactions. If she shows discomfort, stop immediately," I finally instructed. "Everything should prioritize Madam's comfort."
"This humble one understands," Zaha responded softly, his gaze respectfully lowered, but I clearly saw the blue veins on his neck faintly pulsating, indicating his inner turmoil.
After instructing Zaha, I returned to the inner chamber. Li Ying was already awake, sitting on the couch, combing her long hair. The morning light, filtering through the window screen, cast a soft, golden halo upon her. Seeing me enter, she offered a faint smile, but there seemed to be a hint of unease in her eyes; presumably, last night's conversation had disturbed her peace of mind.
"Husband, you're up so early," she said softly, her tone carrying a hint of probing.
"There are some matters at the medical clinic to attend to," I sat beside her, holding her hand, feeling her warmth. "Ying'er, did you rest well?"
"Alright," she nodded, her gaze slightly evasive. "It's just… those words Husband said last night… this concubine has been thinking about them…"
"Ying'er, there's no need to rush your answer," I gently stroked her cheek. "I understand this is difficult for you to accept. However, tonight's foot massage still needs to happen; after all, it's just a medical necessity."
Li Ying bit her lip, and said softly, "This concubine knows."
Seeing her so obedient, a thought stirred in me, and I decided to try using the Foot Care Set I had exchanged from the System.
"Ying'er, I want to give your feet some care this morning. Last night's soaking was just initial relief; this morning requires applying some special ointment," I explained gently.
Li Ying was slightly surprised: "Is it that troublesome? It's just a minor discomfort…"
"Foot health is paramount," I said earnestly, and at the same time, with a thought, I summoned the System to retrieve the Foot Care Set. Instantly, a delicate wooden box appeared in my hand. Inside, several bottles of essential oil and foot cream were neatly arranged, along with some small massage tools.
Li Ying looked at these items curiously: "What are these?"
"Precious foot care products offered as tribute from the Western Regions, with miraculous effects," I casually made up an excuse, opened the box, and took out a bottle of pale pink essential oil. "I'll apply it for you."
Li Ying hesitated for a moment, but still obediently extended her feet. I gently held her right foot, poured some essential oil into my palm, and then slowly massaged it onto her foot. The essential oil emitted a faint, subtle fragrance, with both the scent of roses and a hint of herbal freshness. My technique was gentle and professional, caring for every part from heel to toe.
When my fingers glided over her arch, Li Ying visibly trembled, letting out a faint gasp. I knew then that the System's Foot Care Set was beginning to work—increasing foot sensitivity by 15%.
"Ying'er, do you feel comfortable?" I deliberately asked, my fingers continuing to massage in circles around her arch.
"Mm… very comfortable…" Li Ying replied softly, her voice carrying a tremor I had never heard before. "It's just… a strange sensation…"
"Strange? What kind of strange?" I pressed on, at the same time moving my fingers to her toes, gently massaging each toe root.
"It's just… a tingling numbness… like…" She suddenly stopped, her cheeks flushed, clearly realizing she had almost said something inappropriate.
I understood perfectly, smiling without a word, and focused on massaging her. As time passed, I clearly felt her feet becoming increasingly sensitive; every touch caused a slight tremor in her. I knew this was the effect of the Foot Care Set—when Zaha massaged her tonight, this sensitivity would give her a more intense sensation.
After completing the care for her right foot, I performed the same treatment for her left foot. When my fingers brushed her left ankle, Li Ying let out a soft moan, immediately realizing her loss of composure, and quickly bit her lower lip.
"It's fine, this is a normal reaction," I comforted her, my heart, however, thrumming with excitement from her response. "This essential oil inherently has the effect of soothing nerves and increasing sensitivity."
After applying the essential oil, I took out the foot cream and gently applied it to every part of her feet, especially the sensitive areas like her toes and sole. Li Ying's breathing clearly became rapid, her cheeks flushed, looking both confused and enjoying it.
"There," I finally gently stroked the top of her foot, reluctantly setting down her jade feet. "This treatment needs a full day to completely penetrate. The effect will be even better when Zaha massages you tonight."
"Husband…" Li Ying hesitated, her eyes flickering with complex emotions.
"No need to overthink it, it's just normal medical care," I gently reassured her, though my heart was brimming with anticipation for tonight. "I'm going to the medical clinic now, you rest well."
Before leaving the inner chamber, I looked back at Li Ying. She was still sitting on the couch, head slightly bowed, her slender fingers unconsciously caressing her feet, which I had just applied the care products to. She looked both confused and curious. I knew the Foot Care Set was gradually changing her sensations, preparing her for tonight's arrangements.
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Inside the medical clinic, the familiar scent of herbs wafted towards me; the smells of various medicinal herbs intertwined, forming a unique fragrance. I changed into my physician's robe and began my day's work. Although my body was at the clinic, my mind had long since flown to tonight's plans.
"Physician Wu, this patient has had a toothache for three days…" Old Liu led a middle-aged man with a pained expression towards me.
I forced myself to concentrate, diagnosing the patient by taking his pulse and inquiring about his symptoms, then prescribing medicine. But in every spare moment, my thoughts would involuntarily drift back to the mansion—could Li Ying feel the strange sensations brought by the Foot Care Set right now? Was Zaha looking forward to tonight's massage? What would it be like when those thick, dark hands touched Li Ying's jade-like feet?
"Physician Wu? Physician Wu!" A call pulled me back from my fantasy to reality.
"Ah, I apologize," I came back to my senses, finding an old woman looking at me anxiously. "What were you saying just now…?"
"This old woman's back pain has lasted half a month…" the old woman repeated, a puzzled expression on her face.
I felt a bit awkward and quickly began treating her. But throughout the day, similar instances of distraction kept occurring. My mind found it hard to focus, always occupied by those cuckold fantasies. Especially whenever I thought about my System Points reaching 20, and how just a few more tasks would let me redeem more items—like the high-heeled sandals I had just seen…
Yes, high-heeled sandals! The System Shop had added this modern item, priced at 50 points. Imagining Li Ying wearing high-heeled sandals, her slender jade feet bound in exquisite sandals, the arch becoming more graceful due to the elevated heel, her toes slightly reddened from pressure… Just imagining this scene made my three-inch male organ ache with erection.
"Physician Wu, are you alright? Your face is a bit flushed…" a regular customer asked with concern.
"It's nothing, perhaps the weather is hot today," I managed to explain, secretly adjusting my breathing to suppress the heat within me.
During lunch break, I rested alone in the medical clinic's backyard, drinking cool tea and contemplating tonight's plan. The System's [Foot Massage] task required Li Ying to have a clear comfortable reaction during the massage, which shouldn't be difficult to achieve—especially after I used the Foot Care Set on her.
But my ambition didn't stop there. I wanted Li Ying to truly enjoy the sensation of being touched by a black man, paving the way for future plans. Perhaps tonight's foot massage was just the beginning; as time passed, I could arrange more contact, gradually fulfilling my cuckold fantasy.
"Once I gather 50 points, I can buy those high-heeled sandals for Ying'er," I murmured to myself, imagining Li Ying in modern high-heeled sandals—what a visual impact that ancient-style `ruqun` paired with pointy, thin high heels would create! Especially when Zaha's or Abu's thick black hands touched her jade feet encased in exquisite high heels…
"Physician Wu, emergency ahead!" Old Liu's shout interrupted my fantasy.
I quickly got up, forcing myself to concentrate on my medical skills. But throughout the entire day, my mind remained half in the mansion, looking forward to nightfall, looking forward to everything that was about to happen.
As evening approached, I closed the medical clinic early and hurried back to the mansion. Along the way, various images continuously flashed through my mind—Li Ying's fair jade feet, Zaha's dark, thick hands, and the modern high-heeled sandals I might purchase in the future… All of these intertwined, making me both nervous and excited.
"Tonight is just the beginning," I told myself, my steps unconsciously quickening.
The lingering glow of the setting sun slanted into the mansion, bathing the entire backyard in a golden-red halo. I returned from the medical clinic and, as usual, went to rest under the corridor in the backyard for a moment. But today was different; my heart was full of anticipation for what was about to happen. Taking advantage of this undisturbed moment, I decided to first check the System to learn more about tasks and item information.
Finding a secluded corner, with a thought, I summoned the familiar semi-transparent light screen. The blue light appeared even more mysterious in the twilight, like a window to another world.
[System Status]
Current System Points: 20
Current System Level: 1 (Apprentice)
Available Tasks: 2
Exchangeable Items: Basic items unlocked
I first checked the task progress. The [Foot Massage] task was not yet completed but already arranged; the [Verbal Hinting] task had also been accepted, I just needed to find an opportunity to guide Li Ying to discuss the characteristics of the black slaves. It seemed that tonight's dinner would be a good opportunity.
Next, I checked the item list, paying particular attention to the high-heeled sandals that made my heart race:
[High-Heeled Sandals]—50 points
Description: Special footwear from modern times, with a pointy toe and thin high heel design, perfectly accentuating the foot's curve.
Effect: Wearer's foot charm +50%, observer's excitement +80%, especially suitable for footjob.
Note: Using in an ancient setting will create a strong sense of temporal displacement, increasing transgressive pleasure.
Style Options: Black patent leather/Red satin/Transparent crystal (three styles available).
Durability: 20 uses.
Just reading this description made my breathing quicken. Imagining Li Ying's perfect jade feet bound in high-heeled sandals, her arch forced upwards, her delicate toes squeezed into the pointy shoe… What excited me even more was the thought of her wearing such a modern item and being seen by ancient people, especially by low-status black slaves? That sense of temporal displacement and transgressive pleasure was simply irresistible.
I continued browsing the item list and found several other equally tempting modern items:
[Silk Stockings Set]—30 Points
Description: Contains three styles of modern silk stockings: black, flesh-colored, and white.
Effect: Wearer's foot sensitivity +30%, Observer's excitement +60%.
Special: Black style creates a strong contrast with black skin tone, increasing visual impact.
[Special Condom]—25 points
Description: Extra-large condom suitable for black men's size, with a delay function.
Effect: User's endurance +50%, prevents conception, can collect semen.
Special: Collected semen can be used for other System tasks.
[Foot Photography Set]—60 points
Description: Modern equipment capable of recording specific moments, designed specifically for foot photography.
Effect: Permanently saves specific scenes for repeated viewing, increasing humiliation.
Special: Humiliation +100% when the photographed subject is aware, +50% when unaware.
Looking at these item descriptions, my lower abdomen felt a surge of heat. The sense of temporal displacement and transgression from using modern items in an ancient setting was precisely what I longed to experience. Especially at the thought of Li Ying, clad in silk stockings and high-heeled sandals, having her feet massaged by a black slave, my three-inch male organ was already fully erect, forming an insignificant small tent against my underpants.
"50 points to redeem the high-heeled sandals…" I muttered to myself, calculating how to quickly acquire System Points. "Tonight's [Foot Massage] task will yield 15 points, and completing [Verbal Hinting] will give 10 points. Adding the current 20 points, I'll only be 5 points short…"
Just as I was immersed in my fantasies, footsteps from a distance made me alert. I quickly closed the System interface, pretending to admire the courtyard scenery.
"Master." It was Zaha's deep, powerful voice.
I turned and saw him standing respectfully not far away. Under the setting sun, his tall figure cast a long shadow. His dark skin shimmered with a healthy luster under the golden-red sunlight, and his muscular lines were faintly visible beneath his coarse cloth shirt.
"Zaha, come here." I beckoned.
When he drew closer, I lowered my voice: "Are you ready for tonight?"
"Yes, Master." Zaha's voice was equally low, and a flicker of emotion I couldn't read crossed his eyes. "This lowly one has prepared hot water and massage oil as per Master's instructions, and my hands have been treated with the ointment Master provided."
"Very good." I nodded with satisfaction, then deliberately asked, "Have you ever massaged the feet of other women?"
Zaha visibly paused, then cautiously replied, "In the Western Regions, I once massaged the feet of several concubines of the caravan owner."
"Then what kind of feet do you consider the most beautiful?" I continued to probe, observing his reaction.
Zaha's Adam's apple clearly bobbed, and his tone held caution: "Begging your pardon, Master, this lowly one dares not judge presumptuously…"
"It's fine, speak frankly." I waved my hand. "It's merely a physician's curiosity."
Zaha was silent for a moment, then finally whispered, "This lowly one believes that feet like solidified fat, arches like a new moon, and toes like spring bamboo shoots are truly beautiful. As for Mistress's feet…" He suddenly realized he had said too much and immediately stopped.
I secretly chuckled to myself. Zaha's covetousness for Li Ying's jade feet was barely concealed. It seemed tonight's task should go smoothly.
"The Mistress's feet are indeed rare and beautiful." I took the initiative to speak, pleased to see a flicker of surprise in Zaha's eyes. "As a physician, I appreciate beautiful things, no matter who they belong to. Tonight, you must massage the Mistress well. If you can relieve her discomfort, I will reward you handsomely."
"This lowly one dares not ask for anything, only wishes to serve the Mistress wholeheartedly." Zaha lowered his head, but I distinctly saw his thick fingers tremble slightly, as if already imagining the sensation of touching those jade feet.
"Remember the techniques I taught you, especially the parts between the arch and the toes; they require extra meticulousness." I deliberately emphasized these sensitive areas. "The pressure should be moderate, neither too light as to cause itchiness, nor too heavy as to cause pain."
"This lowly one understands."
"Alright, you may go prepare. I will call for you after dinner." I waved him away.
After Zaha left, I walked towards the inner hall, preparing to have dinner with Li Ying. On the way, images of high-heeled sandals constantly flickered in my mind. Imagining Li Ying wearing those pointed, slender high heels, and then imagining Zaha's dark, rough large hands cradling such jade feet—this stark contrast almost made me dizzy. I had to stop and take a few deep breaths to calm myself.
In the inner hall, Li Ying was already seated at the table, and servants were arranging dinner. Seeing me enter, she gave a gentle smile: "Husband is back. Was the medical clinic busy today?"
"Not too busy." I sat beside her, my gaze unconsciously sweeping towards her feet. Although concealed by her long dress, I knew that those jade feet, having been treated with the foot care set, were much more sensitive than usual. "How does Ying'er feel today?"
Li Ying seemed to know what I was referring to, and a blush appeared on her face: "Alright, just… a strange sensation."
"Strange? How so?" I feigned confusion, but my heart was excited by her reaction.
"It's just…" She hesitated, her voice growing softer, "My feet often feel a tingling numbness, especially when walking, as if something is lightly brushing against them."
This was precisely the effect of the foot care set—a 15% increase in foot sensitivity. I rejoiced inwardly, but feigned seriousness: "This is the medicine taking effect, indicating that the circulation of qi and blood in your feet is improving. Tonight's massage will make this sensation even more pronounced."
"Tonight…" Li Ying hesitated, obviously thinking of Zaha massaging her, and a hint of unease flickered in her eyes.
"Ying'er need not worry, this is just a treatment." I reassured her, seizing the opportunity to ask, "Ying'er, what do you think of Zaha?"
Li Ying looked up in surprise: "Zaha? Why does husband suddenly ask about him?"
"He will be massaging your feet, after all. I want to ensure you won't feel uncomfortable." I explained, secretly hoping her answer would meet the requirements of the [Verbal Hinting] task—Li Ying needed to actively comment on the black slave's physique or demeanor.
Li Ying pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Although Zaha is a slave, he is well-behaved and has never overstepped his bounds. It's just…"
"Just what?" I pressed.
"It's just that his physique is overly tall and muscular, and his skin is so dark. Upon first meeting him, it was truly a bit… intimidating." Li Ying said, a flicker of emotion I couldn't quite place passing through her eyes. "Especially his hands, so large and powerful. To think of such hands touching my feet…"
She didn't finish her sentence, but the blush on her face deepened. My heart couldn't help but quicken—this evaluation perfectly met the task requirements! Li Ying actively commented on the black slave's physique and demeanor, and revealed a subtle psychology of both fear and vague anticipation.
[System Prompt]
Task [Verbal Hinting] completed.
Reward: 10 System Points (credited)
Current System Points: 30
I inwardly rejoiced, but kept a calm expression: "Zaha indeed has a robust physique and large hands, but precisely because of this, his massage will be more powerful and more effective at alleviating foot discomfort. Ying'er need not worry, I will supervise throughout."
"Mm." Li Ying nodded gently, seemingly convinced by my explanation, but her slightly red cheeks and occasionally wandering gaze told me that her mood was far from as calm as it appeared.
During dinner, we chatted intermittently, but my mind was constantly focused on the impending foot massage. Whenever Li Ying inadvertently adjusted her posture slightly, or subtly moved her feet, I would imagine it was due to the unusual sensations in her feet. The thought that soon, those jade feet, with their heightened sensitivity from the foot care set, would be touched by Zaha's dark, rough large hands—this filled my lower body with an uncontrollable rush of blood, causing an erection, even though my pitiable three-inch short thing formed a negligible tent beneath my underpants.
"Husband seems distracted today, is something on your mind?" Li Ying keenly noticed my wandering attention.
"I was just thinking about the arrangements for tonight's massage." I replied frankly, "After all, it concerns your foot health."
A flicker of suspicion crossed Li Ying's eyes, but she didn't ask further. After dinner, she rose to prepare to return to the inner chamber to rest. I watched her light steps, silently calculating the time.
"I will bring Zaha to massage you in one *shichen*." I told her. "You may rest for a moment first, I will go confirm the preparations."
Li Ying nodded, turned and left, the outline of her feet faintly visible beneath her long skirt quickening my heartbeat. I stood rooted, taking a few deep breaths to calm my emotions, then quickly walked towards the backyard, ready to reconfirm tonight's arrangements.
[System Status]
Current System Points: 30
Current System Level: 1 (Apprentice)
Completed Tasks: [Spring Radiance Underfoot][Cuckolding Fantasy/Conception][Verbal Hinting]
Ongoing Task: [Foot Massage]
30 points were enough to redeem some items, such as the silk stocking set, but I decided to hold back for a bit longer. If tonight's [Foot Massage] task was successfully completed, with an additional 15 points, I would have 45 points, just 5 points short of the 50 points needed for the high-heeled sandals. Perhaps the system would unlock a new task, allowing me to accumulate these last 5 points.
Thinking this, I arrived at the backyard and saw Zaha waiting quietly in the corner. The sun had completely set, and lanterns were lit in the courtyard. In the dim yellow light, Zaha's muscular contours appeared even more defined, his large hands resting quietly in front of him, yet seemingly anticipating the touch that was about to come.
"Are you ready?" I approached him, asking softly.
"Yes, Master." Zaha lowered his head, his voice tinged with suppressed anticipation, "This lowly one has prepared everything."
"Remember every step I taught you, especially the control of pressure." I gave a final reminder. Although I had repeated it countless times, the act of reminding itself was a kind of erotic pleasure, a hint, an anticipation of what was about to happen.
"This lowly one understands." Zaha respectfully replied, but I could feel his body trembling slightly, anticipating the touch of Li Ying's jade feet.
"Very good, I will come find you in one *shichen*." I nodded with satisfaction, turned and left, my heart full of anticipation for tonight.
Soon, night would fully descend, and my cuckolding plan would take a crucial step.
As night deepened, several pearl-draped lanterns in the inner chamber cast flickering light and shadows on the floor, forming a swaying halo. I carefully surveyed this space, which was about to become the first step in my cuckold fantasy, ensuring every detail was just right. A clean mattress was laid on the wooden low couch for Li Ying to sit or recline; on the low table, a large celadon basin held warm, clear water, with a few flower petals floating in it, emitting a faint, delicate fragrance; beside the table were several small porcelain bottles containing the massage oil I had carefully prepared.
I deliberately left a gap in the inner chamber window lattice, arranging its position so that I could easily peek inside from the outside without being easily discovered. My heart raced with anticipation for the scene about to unfold, my three-inch short thing already stirring restlessly in my underpants.
"Madam, are you ready?" I walked towards Li Ying, who was sitting on the couch, looking slightly nervous.
She lowered her gaze and nodded gently: "This concubine obeys Husband's arrangements." Although her tone was submissive, her slightly furrowed brows and occasionally curling toes betrayed her inner unease.
"Zaha will be here shortly to massage you, and I will supervise throughout, so you don't need to worry." I reassured her, and then called out, "Zaha, come in."
The heavy door curtain was pushed aside, and Zaha's tall figure appeared at the doorway. In the lamplight, his dark skin gleamed with a healthy luster, and his strong muscles were faintly visible beneath his coarse cloth shirt. He lowered his head, standing respectfully by the door: "Master, this lowly one has arrived."
I noticed Li Ying's body visibly tense the moment she saw Zaha, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the mattress beneath her. This subtle reaction sent a warmth through my heart, and an indescribable thrill spread from my spine throughout my body.
"Come over." I gestured for Zaha to approach. "Remember every step I taught you, and massage Madam's feet well."
Zaha respectfully moved to the low table and knelt down, preparing his work. I sat beside Li Ying and quietly said to her, "Ying'er, extend your feet and soak them in the water first."
Li Ying hesitated for a moment, then slowly extended both feet. Today she wore a light green sheer nightgown, revealing her fair, jade-like calves and those jade feet that haunted my dreams. Her arches were like a new moon, her ankles slender, and all ten toes were like carved white jade, each one smooth and adorable. After being treated with the foot care set, these feet's sensitivity had increased by 15%, so the upcoming massage would surely bring her unprecedented sensations.
Li Ying cautiously dipped her feet into the water, and ripples spread across the surface. A soft "Ah" escaped her lips, clearly the warm water had stimulated her sensitive feet.
"Is the water temperature good?" I asked, my gaze discreetly flickering to Zaha, catching how his Adam's apple visibly bobbed the moment he saw Li Ying's jade feet, and a flash of intense heat crossed his eyes before quickly returning to a respectful expression.
"The temperature is just right." Li Ying replied softly, her voice slightly trembling.
I nodded to Zaha: "Begin. First, gently rinse with warm water."
Zaha cupped water in his hands, carefully rinsing Li Ying's feet. His palms were broad and rough, forming a stark contrast with Li Ying's delicate, fair feet. His dark hands cradling her pure white, jade-like feet—this visual impact almost suffocated me. The water flowed down Li Ying's insteps, tracing the curve of her arches, finally dripping back into the basin. This scene was even more tantalizing than I had imagined.
Li Ying kept her head down, not daring to look directly at Zaha, but her feet trembled slightly in the water. Clearly, she could feel the unusual sensation of a man—especially a strong black slave—touching her intimate area.
"Next, take her feet out and apply the massage oil." I instructed, my voice unconsciously deepening.
Zaha gently lifted Li Ying's right foot and wiped it with a clean, soft cloth. His movements were both cautious and focused, the contrast of black hand and white foot particularly striking in the lamplight. After drying, he picked up a porcelain bottle, poured a little massage oil into his palm, and then gently spread it on Li Ying's foot.
"Ah…" Li Ying let out a slight gasp, then immediately realized her lapse in composure and quickly bit her lower lip. But I noticed her cheeks were already faintly flushed, and her eyes had grown somewhat hazy. That was the combined effect of the foot care set and the massage oil—each touch bringing a sensation far more intense than usual.
Zaha's large hand enveloped Li Ying's small foot and began to massage it according to the technique I had taught him. From heel to toe, every inch of skin was meticulously cared for. Especially when his thumb pressed into the sole of her foot, Li Ying's body distinctly trembled, and a suppressed moan escaped her tightly closed lips.
"Is there any discomfort?" I feigned concern, though in reality, I knew it was pleasure, not discomfort.
"No… No problem…" Li Ying's voice had already become somewhat hoarse. "Just… a strange sensation…"
I nodded with satisfaction, my gaze moving between Zaha and Li Ying. Zaha's expression remained respectful and focused, but I could see his breathing grow heavier, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. More noticeably, the tent beneath his coarse cloth trousers formed an astonishing arc; his 28-centimeter giant was clearly engorged and erect.
In contrast, the small tent beneath my underpants seemed pitiful. Although fully erect, its 3-centimeter length barely created a noticeable bulge beneath the loose fabric. This contrast, far from disheartening me, intensified my complex pleasure—a thrill born of humiliation.
The massage continued, Zaha's technique was indeed skillful, every movement perfectly executed. When he massaged the arch, he would gently knead with his palm; at the ankle, he would lightly circle with his fingertips; as for the toes, he would carefully attend to each one, from base to tip, leaving no part untouched.
Li Ying's reactions became increasingly obvious. Her initial tension and resistance gradually gave way to an indescribable comfort. Her breathing became rapid, her eyes increasingly hazy, and her body occasionally trembled slightly, especially when Zaha massaged certain specific areas.
I noticed that the most responsive areas for Li Ying were the arch and between the toes. Whenever Zaha's fingers glided over these parts, her body would subtly tense, her lips slightly part, emitting almost inaudible soft moans. And Zaha seemed to notice this as well; his massage became increasingly focused on these sensitive regions, and the frequency of his touches was far greater than I had instructed.
With the right foot massaged, Zaha gently set it down, then picked up Li Ying's left foot and repeated the same steps. This time, Li Ying's reactions were even more pronounced, perhaps because her body had adapted to the sensation, or perhaps because the foot care set's effect had intensified over time.
I stood up, pretending to wander casually to the window, observing the night outside. In reality, I was contemplating my next move. The massage was going so smoothly, and Li Ying's reactions far exceeded my expectations. It was time for the next step—leaving her and Zaha alone for a while.
"Zaha, you continue to massage Madam. I will go to the study to get some calming pills." I suddenly said, turning to face them. "Ying'er, please wait a moment, I will be back soon."
Li Ying suddenly looked up, a flicker of panic in her eyes: "Husband… how long will you be gone?"
"Not long. It's best not to interrupt the foot massage, so just let Zaha continue." I reassured her, then added to Zaha, "Remember every step I taught you, do not be negligent in any way."
"Yes, Master." Zaha lowered his head respectfully in response, but I noticed a hint of emotion in his eyes that I couldn't quite decipher.
Li Ying hesitated, wanting to speak, but finally just nodded gently. However, her slightly flushed cheeks and uneasy, darting eyes told me that she was far from calm about my departure. This trepidation, ironically, increased my anticipation—was she, too, vaguely anticipating something?
I turned and left the inner chamber, deliberately making my footsteps light. After exiting, I didn't go directly to the study, but quietly circled around to the outside of the window, found the pre-arranged gap, and cautiously peered into the inner chamber.
Though the window gap was narrow, my view perfectly encompassed Li Ying and Zaha. I held my breath, my heart pounding, both fearful and excited for what would unfold next.
For the first few minutes, both seemed very restrained. Zaha remained focused on the massage, his movements even more disciplined than when I was present; Li Ying also maintained her upright posture, only her slightly trembling body betraying her inner turmoil.
But as time passed, the atmosphere subtly shifted. Zaha's movements became more confident, and the intensity and rhythm of the massage underwent slight adjustments, seemingly catering more to Li Ying's reactions; Li Ying, too, gradually relaxed, her posture no longer as stiff, and her breathing becoming long and soft.
"Mistress's feet are truly beautiful." Suddenly, Zaha's deep voice broke the silence in the room. This sentence made my heart leap, both startled by his boldness and excited by the turn of events.
Li Ying visibly froze, then a blush bloomed on her cheeks: "…You… must not be rude." Though a reprimand, her tone was soft, almost a charming pout.
"This lowly one would not dare, merely speaking the truth." Zaha's voice was respectful with a hint of audacity. "Mistress's feet are as pure white as solidified fat, and as graceful as a new moon. This lowly one has seen countless feet in the Western Regions, but never such perfect ones."
This compliment made Li Ying's face flush even deeper. She lowered her head, seemingly unsure how to respond. But I noticed that her feet subtly curled in Zaha's hands, yet did not withdraw, almost like a silent acquiescence.
Zaha seemed encouraged and continued: "In my homeland, women with beautiful feet are regarded as a gift from a goddess. If Mistress were in Nubia, she would surely be revered as a goddess."
"Really?" Li Ying's voice was soft, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "Nubians… value feet so much?"
"Yes, Mistress." Zaha nodded, his hand movements becoming even more gentle. "In my homeland, feet are seen as an important symbol of feminine beauty, and also one of the most sensitive parts."
As their conversation deepened, the atmosphere between them gradually eased. Li Ying began to show interest in Zaha's homeland culture, asking many questions; Zaha patiently answered, while his massage continued uninterrupted, his technique even more skilled than before.
I noticed that Zaha's massage technique was already different from what I had taught him. He used more friction from his palms and fingertips, rather than simple pressing; his massage also focused more on Li Ying's arch and between her toes. Each touch seemed to be testing her reaction. Even more surprisingly, Li Ying not only didn't resist, but subtly trembled with each touch to a sensitive spot, and her eyes grew increasingly dazed.
"Ah..." When Zaha's thumb gently pressed Li Ying's arch, she finally couldn't help but let out a distinct moan. Immediately realizing her lapse, she quickly covered her mouth, her cheeks flushed crimson.
"If Mistress feels comfortable, there's no need to hold back," Zaha's voice was low and seductive. "In my homeland, a woman's moans during a massage are considered the highest compliment to the masseur."
Li Ying seemed convinced by his words and slowly lowered her hand, softly saying, "Indeed... it's very comfortable..."
As Li Ying relaxed, Zaha's movements grew bolder. He no longer merely massaged her feet but began to extend his touch to her ankles and calves. His dark hand stroking Li Ying's fair skin created a striking visual contrast. What shocked me even more was that Li Ying not only didn't stop him but even slightly parted her legs, giving Zaha more room to maneuver.
My breathing quickened, my lower abdomen tightened, and that pathetic three-inch cock in my pants twitched, already seeping pre-cum. This visual and psychological stimulation far surpassed my imagination. Even without any direct sexual act, merely seeing my wife gradually succumb under the black slave's touch was enough to excite me immensely.
However, the next scene nearly suffocated me—
Zaha's hand moved to Li Ying's calf, gently kneading it, while also moving closer to her feet, lowering his head, and deeply inhaling the scent of her feet. This action was both bold and highly provocative; anyone could discern the sexual innuendo. I almost rushed in to stop it all, but another voice deep inside me compelled me to continue watching.
What surprised me most was Li Ying's reaction. She didn't scold him, didn't pull away. Instead, she slightly closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying the moment. When Zaha looked up at her, she actually gave him a shy, consenting smile.
"Mistress's feet are too beautiful, this humble one couldn't help but admire them more," Zaha whispered, the desire in his eyes barely concealed.
"You... really think my feet are beautiful?" Li Ying's voice was incredibly soft, carrying a hint of allure I had never heard before.
"Not just beautiful, simply perfect," Zaha praised, his fingers slowly gliding over the top of her foot. "Mistress's feet are comparable to the most precious jade, making this humble one forget all common things upon seeing them."
Li Ying's breathing noticeably quickened, her chest gently rising and falling with each breath. Her eyes grew dazed, her lips slightly parted, and her entire being exuded a seductive charm I had never witnessed.
Just then, Zaha made a move that nearly stopped my heart—he lowered his head and gently kissed the top of Li Ying's foot.
I stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what I was seeing. This had gone far beyond the scope of a massage, becoming an intimate act. What shocked me even more was that Li Ying not only didn't stop him but even lightly lifted her foot, as if in compliance with his action.
"Ah... no..." Li Ying softly said, but her body language was the opposite. Her toes gently curled, then stretched out, as if inviting more kisses.
Zaha clearly caught this signal. His kisses moved from the top of her foot to her arch, then to her toes; every part received meticulous attention. His tongue sometimes extended, gently licking her jade-like skin, leaving wet traces.
Li Ying's moans grew more pronounced, her body subtly trembling with Zaha's movements. Her hands tightly clutched the mattress beneath her, her knuckles white from the effort, yet there was no trace of resistance in her eyes, only deep desire and intoxication.
Outside the window, my heart pounded like thunder, my breathing so rapid I could barely stay quiet. My hand instinctively reached into my underpants, grasping that pathetic, already hard cock, gently stroking it. This scene—my wife's feet being kissed and licked by a black slave, and her not only condoning but clearly enjoying it—was more stimulating than my wildest fantasies.
My gaze couldn't leave the two of them; I was afraid of missing a single detail. Zaha's bold actions and Li Ying's tacit approval far exceeded my expectations. This was no longer just a massage, but an intimate interaction brimming with sexual innuendo.
Just when I thought things couldn't escalate further, Zaha made an even bolder move—he took Li Ying's hand and gently placed it on his bulging crotch.
"Mistress, this humble one's adoration for you is uncontrollable..." Zaha's low voice carried a heavy weight of desire.
Li Ying's eyes widened, but she didn't immediately pull her hand away. At that moment, her hand rested on Zaha's crotch, feeling its astonishing hardness and size. Her expression was a mix of shock and curiosity, her lips subtly trembling.
"This... it's too big..." Her voice was almost a whisper, yet her words made my heart skip a beat.
Zaha boldly grasped Li Ying's hand, guiding her to caress the rigid enormousness through his pants. "If Mistress doesn't mind, this humble one would be honored to serve you with it..."
My heart nearly stopped, awaiting Li Ying's reaction. Would she be angry? Would she scold his impertinence? Or...
Li Ying's reaction made me feel a dizzying rush—she didn't pull her hand away. Instead, she gently squeezed the rigid enormity, and a glimmer I had never seen before flashed in her eyes. "Husband said... that part of you Kunlun slaves is all very big..."
"This humble one wouldn't dare say, but if Mistress is curious..." Zaha's voice was laced with temptation, his hand already moving to his waistband, seemingly ready to untie it at any moment.
Just at this crucial juncture, footsteps were heard outside the door—the sound of a servant on night patrol.
"Thump, thump, thump"—the footsteps were steady and slow, sounding particularly clear in the silent night.
Li Ying awoke as if from a dream, abruptly snatching back her hand from Zaha's crotch. The color instantly drained from her face, turning ashen. She looked towards the door in a panic, seemingly ready to explain something at any moment. Zaha also understood immediately, swiftly resuming his massage posture, his hands focused on Li Ying's feet, as if he hadn't been the one kissing her foot and guiding her hand to touch his penis just moments before.
Outside the window, I held my breath, my heart pounding like a drum. That scene just now—my wife actively touching the black slave's massive member, Zaha kissing my wife's jade feet—was deeply seared into my mind. Even though it was interrupted, it excited me immensely. At the same time, the fear of being discovered gripped my heart. If anyone were to witness such a scene, not only would my plan utterly fail, but our entire family would probably be disgraced.
The footsteps paused at the door, and my heart was in my throat.
"Does Young Mistress need anything?" a young servant boy's voice came through the door curtain, respectful in tone.
"It's nothing," Li Ying's voice trembled slightly, but she managed to keep it steady. "Just a foot massage arranged by my husband, no need to disturb."
"Yes, Young Mistress. If you need anything, this humble one will be in the corridor." The servant boy responded respectfully, his footsteps slowly fading away.
Inside the room, Li Ying let out a long breath, her tense body relaxing slightly, but her eyes still held panic. She seemed afraid to look at Zaha, her gaze shifting, landing on the bulge she had just touched, then quickly darting away.
Zaha kept his head bowed, continuing to massage her feet, but his technique had returned to proper form, without any further transgressive movements. However, the prominently bulging enormity beneath his pants revealed that everything that had just transpired was no illusion.
"Mistress, this humble one will continue your massage," Zaha said in a low voice, the desire in his tone deliberately suppressed, though a hint of hoarseness remained.
Li Ying nodded lightly, but her body unconsciously recoiled slightly, as if trying to create distance from Zaha. Yet her foot remained in Zaha's hands, not fully withdrawn; this subtle, contradictory action exposed her inner struggle.
From the window crack, I could see Li Ying's face—that expression interwoven with shame and desire, that attempt to conceal which she couldn't quite suppress. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing still not completely calm. Whenever Zaha's fingers pressed a sensitive spot on her foot, her body would tremble slightly, then immediately restrain itself.
I decided it was time to return to the room, to prevent any further unforeseen events. Quietly, I slipped away from the window, circled to the door, and deliberately made my footsteps heavier, so the two inside would notice.
"Ahem, ahem." I faked a cough, then pushed the door open. "Ying'er, I'm back."
Li Ying immediately looked up at me, a flicker of panic in her eyes, before she forced a smile. "Husband is back."
Zaha bowed even lower, respectfully saluting, "Master."
I surveyed the room, feigning composure as I asked, "Did everything go well?"
"Very well," Li Ying replied, a barely perceptible tremor still in her voice. "Zaha's technique was indeed... very good."
"Is that so?" I pretended not to notice her unusual demeanor, walking over and sitting beside her. "How do you feel? Are your feet more comfortable?"
"Yes, much more comfortable," Li Ying nodded, unable to meet my gaze. "The tingling sensation has also lessened considerably."
I secretly chuckled, knowing full well that the "tingling sensation" she spoke of was likely not due to relief, but had been intensified by Zaha's kisses and touches. But I didn't expose her, merely nodding with satisfaction. "That's good then. Zaha's massage technique is truly extraordinary."
Zaha kept his head down, focused on the massage, but I noticed his earlobes were slightly flushed, clearly indicating some nervousness. His crotch still prominently bulged, but due to his kneeling posture, it wasn't overtly obvious.
"Zaha, you've worked hard," I smiled. "That's enough for the massage. You may go rest now."
"Yes, Master," Zaha respectfully set Li Ying's foot down, took two steps back, bowed deeply, and then stood to leave.
"Wait a moment," I suddenly spoke, noticing Li Ying's body instantly tense up. "Your massage was indeed very good, and Ying'er is very satisfied. From now on, every three days, you will come to massage Madam. How does that sound?"
Li Ying sharply looked up at me, her eyes filled with shock and complex emotions, but she didn't voice any objection. Zaha paused for a moment, then lowered his head. "This humble one obeys your command."
"Go on," I waved him away. Zaha bowed respectfully and exited the inner chamber.
Silence fell upon the room. Li Ying sat on the couch, her fingers restlessly twisting her clothes, her face still flushed from the recent arousal, seemingly waiting for me to speak.
"Ying'er, how did you find Zaha's massage?" I broke the silence, my voice calm.
Li Ying's body stiffened slightly, then slowly relaxed. "Very... very good. His technique is indeed professional."
"Only professional?" I asked meaningfully, watching her reaction.
Her eyes flickered, and the blush on her face deepened. "Husband, what do you mean by that?"
I sat beside her and gently took her hand. "Ying'er, did you feel comfortable with Zaha?"
"Comfortable... naturally, I was comfortable." She lowered her head, her voice growing softer. "It's just that this concubine is not used to being... being touched by others."
"Habits are cultivated slowly," I said softly, feeling the slight dampness in her palm. "Since Zaha's massage is beneficial for your feet, let him come regularly for massages from now on. Your husband is busy with work and cannot always personally serve you."
Li Ying looked up at me, a flicker of emotion I couldn't quite decipher in her eyes. "Husband, why are you suddenly so... concerned about this concubine's feet?"
"Because foot health affects the whole body," I replied, my fingers stroking the back of her hand. "Besides, Ying'er's feet are already rare beauties in this world; wouldn't it be a pity not to take good care of them?"
Her face reddened further, and she lightly bit her lower lip. "Does Husband truly think so?"
"Of course," I nodded affirmingly. "And after this massage, your complexion is clearly much better. It seems Zaha's technique truly has its unique qualities."
"Yes... it was indeed very comfortable..." she replied almost instinctively, then realizing her slip, quickly added, "It was just normal massage comfort."
I smiled faintly, not pressing the issue. Inside, however, I was thrilled by her small slip—she had indeed enjoyed Zaha's service, even if she wouldn't admit it on the surface.
"It's getting late, Ying'er should rest," I stood up and reached out to help her. "I'll go arrange tomorrow's affairs and will be back soon."
Li Ying nodded, obediently lying down. I tucked her quilt around her and turned to leave the inner chamber.
After stepping out, I didn't immediately go find Zaha. Instead, I paced the courtyard, calming the surge of excitement. Everything tonight had far exceeded my expectations. Although interrupted by the servant, preventing me from witnessing more, Li Ying's reaction to Zaha, and her awe at his enormity, proved that my plan had achieved initial success.
I looked down at the pathetic little tent beneath my underpants and couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly. How could a three-inch object compare to Zaha's twenty-eight-centimeter monstrosity? But it was precisely this strong contrast, this bone-deep sense of humiliation, that gave me an unprecedented thrill.
"Tomorrow, I'll use system points to exchange for that silk stocking set..." I murmured to myself, imagining Li Ying wearing modern stockings, her feet worshipped by Zaha. "In a few more days, I can buy those high-heeled sandals..."
The night deepened, and the wind in the courtyard gently brushed my face, carrying away a trace of heat. I took a deep breath and walked towards the backyard, ready to speak with Zaha and make more meticulous preparations for the next foot massage.
The night was like ink, with only a few lonely lamps in the courtyard casting long shadows. I strolled along the flagstone path, searching for Zaha's figure. My thoughts, however, remained on the scene in the inner chamber just now—my wife's feet being kissed by the black slave, and her even actively touching that incredibly massive penis. This scene was seared into my mind like a brand, both scorching and sweet, causing my pathetic three-inch lifeline to involuntarily harden.
Turning past a rockery, I saw Zaha in the corner of the backyard, tending to something. In the moonlight, his robust body was like a statue carved from obsidian, his muscles distinctly defined. Hearing my footsteps, he immediately turned, lowering his head respectfully in a bow.
"Master."
"Zaha," I kept my voice low, ensuring no other servants could hear, "Your massage tonight was well done."
Zaha seemed a little nervous, his eyes flickering. "Thank you for the Master's praise, this humble one merely tried his best."
I observed his reaction, clearly sensing he was trying to conceal something. His posture was slightly awkward, his hands hanging unnaturally in front of him, seemingly to cover the still un-faded bulge in his crotch.
"I can tell you put your heart into it," I deliberately took a step closer. "Madam is very satisfied with your massage technique."
Zaha's Adam's apple bobbed. "Mistress... very satisfied?"
"Extremely satisfied," I nodded. "That's why I've arranged for you to regularly massage Madam."
At these words, I distinctly saw a flicker of surprise in Zaha's eyes, but he quickly lowered his head again, concealing his emotions. "This humble one doesn't know how to thank Master for his trust."
"No need to be polite," my tone was gentle yet carried the authority of a master. "However, there are a few words I must state beforehand."
Zaha immediately tensed, his body subtly straightening. "Master, please speak."
"Firstly, you are a slave in my estate, and that will never change," I said, enunciating each word. "No matter what privileges I grant you, you must always remember your status."
"This humble one understands," Zaha replied softly.
"Secondly," I continued, "Madam's foot care is extremely important. Your technique is indeed unique, and I hope you will give it your all."
Zaha seemed to detect a double meaning in my words, a flicker of confusion in his eyes, but he still replied respectfully, "This humble one will certainly serve Mistress with all his heart."
"Thirdly, and most importantly," my voice dropped even lower, almost a whisper, "During the massage, you may be... a little bolder."
These words struck Zaha like lightning. He abruptly looked up, his eyes wide with disbelief, then quickly lowered his head again, but that momentary shock and ecstasy had already been captured by me.
"Does Master mean...?" he asked tentatively, his voice almost trembling.
"Massage is an art, requiring flexibility," I said vaguely, but my gaze conveyed everything. "As long as Madam doesn't object, you may try some... more effective techniques."
Zaha's breathing clearly quickened, his chest rising and falling slightly: "This humble one… understands."
"But remember," my tone suddenly turned stern, "everything is predicated on Madam's comfort and consent. If there is the slightest coercion, I will not be lenient."
"This humble one would never overstep," Zaha immediately declared, but the excitement in his eyes could no longer be completely hidden.
I nodded with satisfaction, then suddenly changed the subject. "Zaha, I want to ask you a personal question."
"Master, please ask."
"When you were massaging Madam just now, how did you feel?" I stared into his eyes, not missing any change in his expression.
Zaha clearly froze, seemingly not expecting such a question. He hesitated for a moment, then cautiously replied, "Mistress's feet... are truly beautiful beyond words, this humble one..." He paused, seemingly weighing his words. "This humble one merely performed his duty to the best of his ability."
"Is that so?" I chuckled softly. "Then why did you kiss Madam's foot when I left?"
These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Zaha's head. His body instantly stiffened, and the color drained from his face (though it wasn't obvious on his dark skin). "Master... this humble one..."
"No need to be nervous," I raised my hand, signaling him to calm down. "I'm not blaming you. In fact, I'm very curious about Madam's reaction."
Zaha still looked terrified, clearly not understanding my intention. He looked at me, the fear in his eyes gradually replaced by confusion. "Master truly isn't blaming this humble one?"
"I said, there's no need to be nervous." My tone softened. "I just want to know, what was Madam's reaction at the time? Was it disgust, or... enjoyment?"
Zaha blinked, as if confirming he hadn't misheard. He looked at me, the fear in his eyes gradually replaced by confusion. "Master truly isn't blaming this humble one?"
"Not only am I not blaming you," I smiled slightly, "as long as Madam doesn't resist, I even hope you can be more... natural next time."
These words finally made Zaha understand my meaning. His eyes widened, his lips slightly trembling. "Master means...?"
"I merely said I hope your massage can make Madam more comfortable," my tone remained ambiguous, but my gaze had explained everything. "As for the specific methods, that's up to your own understanding."
Zaha took a deep breath, seemingly digesting the information. Then, with a newfound firmness in his voice, he replied, "This humble one will do his utmost to satisfy Mistress."
"Very good," I nodded, preparing to end the conversation, but then suddenly remembered something. "Oh, and next time you massage, Madam may be wearing a... special foot ornament. Don't be surprised; it's a rare treasure gifted from the Western Regions."
Zaha nodded respectfully: "This humble one remembers."
"Go, continue your work." I waved him away, "Remember what I said."
"Yes, Master." Zaha bowed deeply and turned to leave, but I didn't miss the irrepressible smile at the corner of his mouth.
Looking at Zaha's receding back, a strange thrill surged in my heart. This act of arranging for others to defile my own wife was undoubtedly an egregious transgression against the strict Confucian rites of the Tang Dynasty. Yet, it was precisely this sense of immorality, this feeling of shame, that gave me unprecedented stimulation. My lower body swelled painfully in my underpants; that pitiful three-inch stub was so hard it nearly ripped through the fabric.
I took a deep breath, calmed myself, then turned and walked towards the inner chamber. It was time to return to Li Ying's side and understand her true thoughts on tonight's events.
In the inner chamber, Li Ying was still seated on the couch, but had changed into a clean, sheer nightgown, clearly having just bathed and changed. Seeing me enter, she looked up slightly nervously, her eyes holding a trace of unease and shyness.
"Ying'er isn't asleep yet?" I walked over and sat beside her, asking softly.
"Waiting for husband to return." Her voice was very soft, almost a whisper, her gaze not daring to meet mine, "Husband... what did you go to do?"
"I went to give some instructions for tomorrow's matters." I replied casually, then naturally took her hand, "How did tonight's massage feel? Was it comfortable?"
Li Ying's hand trembled slightly in my palm. She lowered her head, her voice even softer: "It was alright..."
"Alright?" I pressed deliberately, "Just alright? Was Zaha's technique not professional?"
"No, it was very professional..." Li Ying hastily explained, then seemed to realize her tone was too eager and added, "It's just... I'm a bit unaccustomed to it."
"Oh? What aren't you accustomed to?" I continued to inquire, while gently caressing the back of her hand, as if comforting her.
Li Ying was silent for a moment, finally whispering: "Being... being touched by others... always feels improper."
"That's for medical needs, how could it be improper?" I counter-asked with a smile, "Besides, though Zaha is a slave, his massage skills are indeed extraordinary. Ying'er doesn't need to have too many reservations."
Li Ying didn't reply, just lowered her head, her fingers nervously intertwined. I knew she was hiding something, but I wasn't in a hurry to expose it.
"Ying'er," I suddenly changed the subject, "What do you think of this Zaha?"
Li Ying abruptly looked up, her eyes full of surprise: "Why does husband suddenly ask this?"
"Just curious." I feigned nonchalance and shrugged, "After all, he'll be massaging you regularly. If you don't like him, I can arrange someone else."
"It's not that I dislike him..." Li Ying subconsciously replied, then quickly added, "Nor do I particularly like him, he's just... an ordinary servant."
"Is that so?" I looked at her meaningfully, "But it seems to me he enjoys serving you very much."
Li Ying's face instantly flushed, even the roots of her ears turning red: "What nonsense is husband talking..."
"I'm not talking nonsense," my tone softened, and my fingers gently touched her cheek, "I know he admires you greatly, especially... your feet."
This sentence was like a key, unlocking a certain lock in Li Ying's heart. Her gaze became evasive, and her breathing quickened slightly: "Husband... why do you say that?"
"I have eyes, I observe." I chuckled, "Besides, your feet are indeed incomparably beautiful; it's normal for them to inspire reverence."
Li Ying's face grew redder. She bit her lower lip, seemingly hesitating whether to say something. Finally, she quietly asked: "Husband... are you testing your concubine?"
"Testing?" I raised an eyebrow, "Why do you ask that?"
"This concubine always feels..." Her voice grew fainter, "Husband seems... to have intentionally arranged all of this..."
My heart rate suddenly accelerated, but my face remained calm: "Arranged what?"
Li Ying didn't answer directly, but asked: "Those words husband spoke last night... were they sincere?"
I knew what she was referring to—my cuckold fantasy I'd confessed to her. I took a deep breath and looked directly into her eyes: "Every single word was sincere."
Li Ying's gaze became complex, containing confusion, surprise, and a hint of an emotion I couldn't quite pinpoint—perhaps hidden excitement? She lowered her head, remained silent for a long time, and finally whispered: "This concubine doesn't know how to respond... this is too... too far beyond this concubine's comprehension."
"Ying'er doesn't need to rush to respond," I caressed her hair, my voice gentle, "I just want you to know my thoughts. Whatever you choose, I will respect it."
Li Ying nodded softly, yet still didn't look up at me. I knew the seed had been planted; it only needed time to sprout.
"Right," I suddenly remembered the main point, "I bought a special foot adornment from a Western Regions merchant. It's said to be very beneficial for foot health; would you like to try it?"
Li Ying looked up, puzzled: "Foot adornment? What kind is it?"
"Close your eyes first." I smiled mysteriously, "I have a surprise for you."
Although puzzled, Li Ying obediently closed her eyes. I seized the opportunity, and with a thought, called up the system interface.
[System Status]
Current System Points: 30
Current System Level: 1 (Apprentice)
Exchangeable Items: Basic items unlocked
I unhesitatingly chose to exchange for the silk stockings set.
[Silk Stockings Set]—30 Points
Description: Contains three styles of modern silk stockings: black, flesh-colored, and white.
Effect: Wearer's foot sensitivity +30%, Observer's excitement +60%.
Special: Black style creates a strong contrast with black skin tone, increasing visual impact.
[System Prompt]
Exchange successful!
System Points consumed: 30 points
Remaining System Points: 0 points
Item has been added to System Space, available for use at any time.
I closed the system interface with satisfaction, then mentally retrieved the silk stockings set. Three pairs of finely textured silk stockings suddenly appeared in my hand. I chose the black pair and said softly, "Ying'er, you can open your eyes now."
Li Ying opened her eyes, saw the black silk stockings in my hand, and instantly froze: "What... what is this?"
"A treasure offered from the Western Regions," I explained, "It's called 'Thousand Li Silk.' Its material is special; when worn on the feet, it can nourish the skin and relieve fatigue."
Li Ying curiously reached out to touch it, surprised by the smooth texture of the stockings: "So smooth... I've never seen anything like this."
"Want to try it?" I handed her the stockings, "Wear them, and you'll have a different feeling."
Li Ying hesitated for a moment, but still took the stockings, examining them curiously: "How do I wear these?"
"I'll help you." I stood up, knelt before her, and gently lifted one of her jade feet.
Li Ying was a little surprised but didn't stop me. I carefully put the stocking over her foot, slowly pulling it up. The stocking clung tightly to her foot and calf like a second skin, outlining perfect lines.
"How does it feel?" I asked, unable to tear my eyes away from the jade foot encased in the black stocking. That visual impact made my blood surge—her fair skin shimmered faintly through the sheer black stocking, the elegant curve of her arch was further emphasized by the stocking, and the shape of her toes appeared even more delicate under its embrace.
"Such a strange feeling..." Li Ying whispered, her toes curling slightly inside the stocking, "It's like a thin film clinging to the skin, both smooth and tight..."
I continued to help her put on the other stocking, and when finished, I admired my masterpiece with satisfaction. The stockings perfectly encased both her feet and calves; their black texture formed a striking contrast with her fair skin, creating an undeniable allure.
"Try walking around." I suggested.
Li Ying carefully stood up and took a few steps indoors, a surprised expression on her face: "So smooth... and there's an indescribable feeling..."
"Is it comfortable?" I asked, my gaze following her every move.
"Mm..." She nodded, lowering her head slightly to look at her feet, "Though strange, it actually... feels quite comfortable."
I walked to her side and gently put my arm around her waist: "Ying'er looks even more beautiful wearing them."
Li Ying's face flushed again, but a hint of uncontainable joy flashed in her eyes: "Does husband like them?"
"I like them very much." I made no secret of my admiration, "Next time Zaha comes for a massage, you should wear them too."
This sentence made Li Ying snap her head up, her eyes wide with shock: "Let him see this?"
"Why not?" I asked calmly, "It's just a treasure from the Western Regions; what's the harm in letting him see it? Besides, receiving a massage while wearing them will have an even better effect."
Li Ying hesitated, her eyes shifting: "But... wouldn't that be too..."
"Too what?" I pressed.
"Too... strange..." she finally chose a relatively safe word.
"How would it be strange?" I chuckled, "This is just a method of foot care. Or could it be..." I paused deliberately, "Ying'er is worried Zaha might have other thoughts?"
Li Ying's face grew even redder. She hastily shook her head: "No, it's just... I'm just not used to it."
"Then get used to it slowly." I said gently but firmly, "It's decided then. Next time he comes, you'll wear them."
Li Ying no longer objected, just nodded shyly. I stroked her hair with satisfaction, already anticipating the next massage scene in my mind—Li Ying wearing black silk stockings, Zaha's dark, large hands caressing them. What kind of stimulation would that visual impact bring?
"Ying'er, you must be tired?" I asked gently, "Go to sleep quickly; you have to wake up early tomorrow."
Li Ying nodded, but when I prepared to help her take off the stockings, she gently stopped my hand: "Just... sleep like this."
I looked at her in surprise, but she dared not meet my eyes, only softly explaining: "Didn't you say it has benefits for nourishing the feet? Wearing them a little longer... should be even better."
I secretly smiled. It seemed the charm of these stockings had begun to take effect.
"Alright, I'll listen to Ying'er." I lay beside her, caressing her stocking-clad calf, "But when you get up tomorrow, remember to take them off first. Such a treasure shouldn't be worn for too long."
"Mm." Li Ying softly responded, closed her eyes, and quickly drifted into slumber.
Lying beside her, I gazed at the jade feet encased in black silk stockings under the moonlight, fantasizing about Zaha's reaction upon seeing this scene. My lower body hardened once again, but I didn't disturb my sleeping wife, merely silently anticipating the next foot massage.